MY LITTLE CRIMINAL

I had terrifying eyes that night, and I couldn't sleep I think it was because of the dream which I've seen it for many nights. And every time I tried to tell mum what's happened she'd just nod at me and say that I am not a little kid anymore to believe in dreams, yeah I know it's a dream I am not that dump but why should it be always the same? While I was thinking of those kinds of things I remembered dad's sleeping-pills, which he always ate not to think of anything and quickly sleep, I lit up the lights and came out of my room, everywhere was silent and dark, I went up the stairs and walked slowly to the kitchen I was surprised from seeing Emma on one of the chairs with her finger and thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead, I went to sit in front of her on the dark wooden chair "is there something wrong sis? That you are thinking like that?" I whispered she turned up to see me with a sudden look at my face we don't look alike she has my father's golden eyes and laugh lines and my mother's mahogany curly hair and long legs when she was younger she used to be an Archaeologist but like mum said her wicked teachers hated Emma every time she won something or her marks where more than others and when she got 17 she got forced to marry Fred who hit and then sent her to us, she got forced to marry him because of dad's deal which was "I'll let you be an Archaeologist only if you can and if not you must marry the man I want you to" and she agreed dad didn't like her when she talked about him in a bad way, he wanted her to love Fred and make a family with him, but she refused to listen to him Emma couldn't get breath at home for a second and went to many sleepovers in her friend Clare's house which was her only friend. "What on the earth should I think of?" she answered with a frightened voice she was a plaster-pale with her wide eyes staring at me, "um...want to drink?"I offered her opening the cupboard of whiskeys from